Heather kept her head lowered but could still sense a shadow moving toward her. She abruptly raised her head, only to yelp in pain.
She had lifted her head too quickly—instant headache!
Yi Yang, standing to the side, didn't know how to respond, so awkwardly said, "Miss Hai, be careful… You did just get a concussion."
"Seriously? A concussion?"
"Of course. That thing was solid, and Tang Ming wasn't exactly gentle. It was dangerous."
"Why act so dramatic?" The person speaking was Nian Shen, who was holding her. He adjusted her posture, helped her sit up higher, and even placed a cushion behind her back. "I'm here to help you, not harm you."
"Thanks…"
"Or do you think I came here today to settle the score with you?"
"Isn't that the case?" Heather looked at him with a self-assured expression. "Didn't you come to stick up for Miss Qu?"
